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Day One

By: TheWriter



Sarah was never really into the Gothic scene, she just kinda liked the look. She liked to think of herself as an “inverted” Goth, she bleached her hair instead of dying it black (although her hair was naturally blonde anyway). Sarah also liked the piercings and tattoos, and working in a tattoo parlour made that easy to accomplish. 

Sarah thought of herself as “inverted” because she was not usually depressed and she didn’t go around looking like she lived in the pit of despair. In fact her tattoos reflected that. She had a tattoo of an ankh on her upper left arm and a tattoo of an eagle with spread wings on her lower back. The eagle was so large that its wings spread around her waist, the tips reaching just above her hips, the tail pointing down between her cheeks.

Sarah had thought about getting tats in more intimate areas but she didn’t trust her employer. Her boss, Bob, intimidated her, despite the fact that Sarah was about 5’10”, and therefore taller than Bob by a foot. Sarah had thought about going to another parlour, but all the other tattooists were the same as Bob.

Bob would also make her more uncomfortable by leering at her whenever he had the opportunity. This in turn seemed to be encouraged by Bob’s wife, Martha, who handled all the piercings. Both of them were big, fat and ugly, which reviled Sarah even more. But she liked her job, and it paid well enough. The only piercings that Sarah trusted Martha with were ear piercings. Sarah wore rather heavy earrings also in the form of ankhs.

Since Sarah usually wore dark, tight midriff tops, and hip skirts, a lot of attention was drawn to her eagle tattoo and invariably, her ass as well. She got many comments from male customers, and a few female ones about her eagle, but she knew what they were looking at. On the day that it happened, one such customer was more than commenting. He was looking with his hands.

As soon as those fingers started trailing down, she knew she had a groper.

“If want one of your own, I’m sure Bob would love to help you out,” she said very dryly, but it worked, and the customer hurried out, his face bright red. Sarah smiled bitterly to herself. Why do I let them touch, she thought.

“Are you scaring away the customers again!?” It was Martha, being the usual she-bear that she was. Sarah just pulled down the dye she was reaching for, and waltzed out the back to deliver it to Bob. Martha came back glowering, but said nothing. Sarah just smiled to herself and returned to the front desk.

She was sure that neither of her employers liked her. Maybe they liked her body, but if they had any choice in that matter, she wouldn’t be working there. The only reason Sarah had her job was because no one else wanted it. Sarah just dwelled in her little victory, unaware that this day was the last.

The day drew on, and turned out to be a very busy day. That is, there were a lot of potential customers. The parlour always had plenty of potential customers, but if they weren’t there to grope Sarah, then Bob or Martha usually scared them off. But Sarah managed to set up a week’s worth of appointments. Whether or not hey would be met, Sarah would never find out.

Six p.m. and time to close up shop. Bob and Martha were always too lazy to take out the trash, so that particular demeaning job fell to Sarah. Sarah always figured that despite the size of their arms, they were just fat, not muscular. Sometimes the waste from making earrings could end up being quite heavy, especially when it went unemptied for several weeks.

Sarah was quite well muscled; tall with a solid frame, so it seemed natural to Bob and Martha that Sarah do the heavy lifting. On that particular day there were many ominous clouds darkening the sky. The alley in which the garbage was dumped housed many shadows. Sarah never really worried, but she always wondered what could be concealed in those shadows.

As she planted a trashcan on the ground, a slight shuffle across from her, startled. It was nothing, but that day was the first when she felt afraid of the alley. She found herself hurrying to escape the grimy alley and back to her apartment. She lived only a few blocks from the parlour, so she always walked home, always along the same route.

She didn’t know, but that was the last time.

 * * * * *

Sarah awoke in darkness, groggy, disoriented and with no clue as to her situation. She shook her head to try and dispel her dizziness. She found it only made her head hurt even more. She tried blinking, but felt a curious sensation. She tried again, again, again.

She was blindfolded! She tried to speak, but her mouth wouldn’t work. She was gagged! She tried screaming, but it had no effect. She tried to wriggle about, but she couldn’t feel her limbs. It took several attempts before the blood flowed back into her arms and legs.

She was bound, gagged, and tied to a pole; her legs and arms were aimed straight up, so that she hung like a piece of game, her back parallel to the ground. She had no idea where the ground was! She tried to think. What happened last night? Her thoughts raced desperately, but the memories were clouded.

Clouds. It was cloudy. I was walking home, what happened?. She again tried to scream, but her gag muffled her sounds. Immediately she felt terror creep in. Her body was racked with pain as she sobbed violently into her gag, drowning it with saliva. What happened!? What is happening!!??

She had no sense of time. She cried, it felt like hours, she couldn’t tell. She cried so long that she ran out of water. Then she drifted off to a painful sleep.

 * * * * * 

Sarah awoke still in a world of torment. Her limbs were numb. Her gag was dripping with saliva. Her back ached from hanging down. Sarah struggled to maintain consciousness. Her head tossed. She tried to make her body respond, but no avail. As she spiralled downward once again, she faintly heard the words,

“I think she had too much.”

 * * * * * 

Sarah awoke once more, finding her nightmare to be real. The pain that coursed through her was unbearable, but she could no longer afford to pass out. A door. A door opening. Off to her left. Footsteps approaching. She felt certain by the measured pace that it was her captor, not a rescuer.

She strained to turn herself in their direction, but her body would only respond with pangs and aches. Sarah faintly heard a clicking noise. Fear overcame her, what the fuck are they doing?! A chair pulled up at her feet, her ass. Again the clicking noise.

She felt a numb tugging in her groin. Click click. Again the numb feeling, click click. The more she heard it, the more it began to sound like: snip snip. Then the numb feeling, snip snip. Who ever it was, they were trimming Sarah’s pubic hair!

What kind of whacko are you? Then no more numbness, no more snipping. Instead a strange clanging, and swishing noise. Numb pressure on her crotch, in a swirling pattern. Then she felt it. A razor. They were shaving her! Sarah tried vainly to lift her head to look down, but she nearly passed out from the effort.

What are you doing you fucked up freak!? Sarah endured the razor, then the patting on of aftershave cologne. The smell wafted up to her nostrils, oppressive, a man’s aftershave. The numb feeling remained; whoever it was, they were feeling her up. Sarah squirmed, trying to twist her body away from the violating fingers.

They continually probed and stroked her unfeeling flesh. The sensation to Sarah was nerve racking. Eventually, the hands seemed to be satisfied, and her captor exited. Immediately upon hearing the door close Sarah slumped down, unconscious.

 * * * * *

Sarah awoke hearing some faint panting, and other curious noises. Then a grunt and a weird splat. A curious smell, and a fly being pulled. Yuk! He came on me! As near as she could tell, his come was on her tits, chest and stomach.

Footsteps heading toward the door. Somehow, Sarah didn’t feel alone. Then a feeling of both warmth and cold numbness on her pussy. Someone was eating her out! The feeling was sickening. Sarah could feel the sloppy tongue, the fingers parting her lips, all through a veil of numbness.

Sarah’s joints ached, her shoulders felt like they might be dislocated, her back was sore from bending down toward the ground. All this confounded her anguish at the thought of some disgusting ugly freak violating her while she was helpless. She began to sob once again, and her captor lost interest in her pussy and left.

Sarah cried herself into the land of dreams.

 * * * * *

She awoke feeling someone wiping a wet cloth across her chest, cleaning up the come. Sarah noticed that a lot of the numbness was lessened, but it was still very present in her limbs and crotch. There was something that felt like earmuffs over her ears. What don’t they want me to hear? All she could hear were several muffled voices, all around her.

Then it began. A hand on her breast, squeezing, pulling on the nipple. There was a strange feeling when her nipples were tugged. While she suffered more groping and torment she figured it out. They had pierced her nipples! Sarah almost broke down at the thought of what else they could do to her.

She resolved to go on, despite the continued degrading that she endured under the hands of her many captors. They continued pulling her nipple rings, letting her tits jiggle and bounce when they let them go. Then the hands began running all over her body. Her back was supported, then what sounded like a table was dragged underneath her, and her muscles were able to relax a little.

Then the hands suddenly left her. The sound of many flies going down; belt buckles, shirts, and pants; don’t you fucking dare! Then the hands were upon her once more, groping, fondling in the most grotesque manner. Slimy hands, dripping with lubricant; Sarah sobbed and was mortified when the first dick penetrated her cunt.

That was the last barrier for Sarah, she broke. She could nothing but shake, sob, and squirm as little as she could as she was degraded before so many vile sub-human beings. One after one they pounded her numb cunt, pulled on her nipple rings. And when they were finished they pulled out and came on her face, her chest, and her stomach.

When it seemed that they had all fucked her once, they began fucking her with objects. Don’t you dare ran through her mind as she sobbed and choked on her own tears. They fucked her violently with what felt like broom handles and dildos; both in her cunt and her numb asshole. Continuously they pounded her, reducing her to a sexual receptacle, while her numb body lay helpless.

It felt like hours that they fucked her with objects, recovering their stamina. It was sudden and violent when they pulled out. Then she felt a tugging on her cunt lips. It felt like they had pierced them as well! Not only in both her lips, but also her clit. Sarah’s horror lit up anew as all three rings were pulled and splayed about, twisting her numb pussy.

Then all of a sudden there was one in her ass, his furry balls pressed against her cheeks as he pounded away in her numb hole. When he came in her ass, there was a respite. Then she felt a sharp prick in her leg, a needle. It must be anaesthetic was the only coherent thought in the tumult of her mind.

Her legs suddenly fell from the sky, to dangle limp over the edge of the table. Then her arms likewise freed to fall at her sides. Her whole body was numb, time slowed down. They flipped her over, ass at the edge of the table. Then a dick in her ass, pounding, pounding away. Sarah felt the telltale tingle as someone drew their fingers across her eagle tattoo as they fucked her.

This one pulled out and came on her back, rubbing his come into her eagle. A slap on the cheek and another dick, another, again they came, in her ass, on her back; as Sarah lay unable to even cry any more.

 * * * * *

When Sarah next awoke, she was still on her stomach, on the table. The feeling had returned to her arms, but from the waist down she was immobile. Immediately her hands went to her face; gag off, blindfold off, earmuffs off. She shunned at the light coming from above; she spat out the taste of drenched cotton.

When her eyes adjusted, she could see that there was only one light, directly above the table. Littered around the table were several hefty males, unconscious. Sarah struggled; she got herself off the table with a bump on her numb ass. She looked down to examine herself, and almost broke again.

Rings in her nipples; a tattoo of a cross now on her chest, so that the horizontal went under her breasts, and the vertical between her breasts, down her stomach; terminating at a big stud in her navel. She had to part her legs with her hands. What she saw boiled her rage up even more. Her hair was shaved, in its place a tattoo of a heart, pierced by an arrow, with the word veritas written across it.

Sarah sobbed even more at the sight of her red pussy, with three rings through it. Sarah was only brought out of her misery by a noise beside her. She struggled to get to her feet. Support on the table, then she was able to grab the pole above the table. She took stock, nearby was another table, with syringes for anaesthetic, bindings, shaving kit and a gun.

Fervently Sarah attempted to reach the gun, held back by her unresponsive legs. Falling to the floor, she dragged herself to the table, the bodies around her stirring, filling her with dread of not escaping. No more fucking torture you disgusting sadistic pigs! As she reached the table, all she could do was tip it over, then a mad scramble to reach the gun.

Driven by fear, loathing, disgust, hatred and the feeling returning to her legs, Sarah persevered. The prize was hers! Now what? She staggered to her feet. Scanning the room for her clothes, she only spotted a coat hanging near the door. Across the room she stumbled, half-tripping up the stairs to the door.

Success! A key in the lock. Sarah whipped about, bringing the gun to bear on her captor. 

It was Martha. Sarah could have thrown up. She also could have lived the rest of her life with the image of Martha’s face as her life drained away. Sarah didn’t even remember firing.

Confused, come and sweat soaked, Sarah stumbled over the fat corpse of her former employer out of what was obviously a basement. Stairs going up. A door with light shining through. It led to a room that was small and covered with pictures of her.

Sarah was dumbfounded! Her! All over the walls, walking home, at the parlour, at the mall, shopping for food. Her life on the wall! Out the small door, shrouded in a heavy coat, into familiar surroundings.

The parlour. Her place of employment. Closed. Outside it seemed to be dark. She looked for the clock. 1 a.m. had all this happened tonight? Phone; police; help is on the way. Someone was coming up the stairs. Turn around; aim the gun.

It was Bob. Sarah couldn’t talk. She choked on the all the words she wanted to say. He violated her. He had changed her life forever; he had printed himself on her like a tattoo. He looked frightened; scared of me Bob?

This is supposed to be day one of the rest of my life! Not for Bob.

Day One



It was a warm June day. The scent of cherry blossoms filled the air. I was just relaxing sipping on some iced tea, when the phone rang. As soon as the called said hello, my heart jumped. That wonderful British accent made me weak at the knees. It was Master Brian.

Now I had talked to Master Brian, and his sub only online, and on the telephone. We were all discussing the possibility of a companion for the two of them. I liked the idea of being trained with another submissive, since I was new to the scene and had no real experience. But I knew in my heart I was a submissive and wanted the chance to explore it.

Well, Brian informed me that the lovely Karen was there, and today was the day for the "interview" He told me where and what time to meet Karen. He'd call Karen, when he was ready to have both there.

I met Karen at the appointed time and place. She was a cute redhead about 40 years old. She told me alittle more about Master Brian. But would not go into detail about what the interview would be like. I was nervous. Not only was this going to be my first D/s experience, it would also be my first bi experience as well. Nothing like jumping in with both feet.

About 30 minutes into meeting Karen, her cell phone rang it was Master Brian. He was ready. I followed Karen in my car to a stately old turn of the century house on the outskirts of downtown. 

Karen grabbed a few things out of her car, and we made our way to the front door. There stood a very tall older gentleman in nothing but a bathrobe. I was surprised, I assumed he's be dressed in something that stated his position. 

We walked into the house. Karen greeted Master Brian with a warm passionate kiss and a hug. Brian turned to me, and said are you ready for the interview? I smiled, and shyly said, "Yes." He took my arm and pulled me close to him, and gave me the same kind of kiss Karen had given him. He pulled away, and said to Karen, "Well she passes test one, shall we continue in the dungeon?" She said yes, "Master, we should."

I was lead down the dark steps into the basement. We entered a small dark damp room, he called his "gun room." He Told Karen to undress. She promptly said, "Yes Master" and undressed. He then told her to undress me. Again, "yes Master" and she was unbuttoning my dress. I was nervous because I had never done anything like this before, let alone let a women do the undressing. But even through the nervousness, there was an excitement.

I stood there naked infront of him, awaiting his inspection. He had me turn around for him. He was slowly viewing my body. He ran his hands along my body. Softly touching my back, arms, legs. He cupped my breasts in his hands, and said, "You are a vision, you'll do fine." With that, he led me to a point in the middle of the room. I was told to raise my hands. With that, My arms were secured by ropes extending from the ceiling. He told me to open my legs. Again my feet were secured by ropes from the floor. There I was scared, but excited, bound by ropes, virtually helpless. A blindfold was placed over my eyes. I was thinking to myself. "What have I gotten myself into?" 

The thought was quickly erased from my mind when I felt the stinging of a strap slap across my milky white ass. I heard him moan, and tell Karen to inspect my body closer. I felt her hands run all over my body. My face, neck, down to my breasts, where my nipples instantly hardened from her touches. "Master," she said, "her nipples are so nice, may I suck them? " "Yes my pet, you may," he said. With that, I felt her warm wet lips engulf my right nipple. It felt so wonderful, a moan escaped my lips. Then she did the left one. I felt a heat starting to burn in my groin. With my sight taken away, all my senses were concentrating on the pleasure. 

Another quick slap on the ass from Master's strap, as Karen suckled my breast. How incredible, pleasure and pain, my body was overwhelmed. As another smack from the strap glided across my ass, I felt Karen's hand glide down to the heat source. "Oh Master" she squealed, "this one is shaven," then I felt her hand slide down and a finger slip into my pussy. "She's excited Master, she's already wet." With a hearty laugh from Master, he tells Karen to taste me, because he's not done with the spanking part of the interview. 

I feel Karen's tongue slide in and out and all around my pussy. Her tongue flicking my clit. Master Brian has changed instruments for spanking. Karen's talented tongue brings me to orgasm, and the whip from Master strikes my ass over and over, without stopping. It was relentless. The pain from the whip, and softness of the tongue, had combined to bring me to the most earth shattering orgasm I had ever had. 

After the first orgasm, Master Brian says.."she took that well. She passes test two. Now onto stage three of the interview" With that, I was untied and the blindfold was removed. Karen's hands felt Master's artwork upon my ass. "Oh Master, she does take a beating well" she said. I was led to the second floor, where I was told to lay on my stomach. I felt a softness touch my bottom. Karen was applying a lotion to my wounds to cool off the burning. 

Master and sub lay on either side of me in the bed. Each taking turns kissing me and fondling my body. It was pure heaven. All these hands touching me. Once I was relaxed Master stated test three was now. In very firm voice, he says, " Applicant, suck my cock, show me you are worthy of being our companion." Yes, Sir blurted out from my lips, and I took his cock in hand, and slowly started sucking it. Long slow sucks, Feeling his cock slide slowly to the back of my mouth. He says, "That will never do, suck me harder wench." Raising my head, "Yes Sir," and back down I went, impaling his cock. I had never sucked a cock so hard and fast in my life. My attack on his cock was vicious. He laid there, moaning, "ah yes dear, now that's what I like..you are going to do very well for me. Just keep taking my cock like that, no matter what happens don't stop sucking my cock" I put all my efforts into his cock.

As I continued my assault on his cock, I felt a hand on my pussy again. I kept sucking Master's cock. Then I felt Karen slide her head between my legs. Oh my God, My dream come true. A woman eating my pussy as I sucked her man's cock. The feeling was incredible. I tried to hold my own orgasm, as I sucked Master's cock. I could no longer contain it, and I exploded in a wonderful orgasm. Muffled squeals of delight came from me as Master's cock was deep in the recesses of my warm wet mouth. After My orgasm, Master said "stop" and roll on your back. "Yes, Sir" and I did as I was told. He motioned for Karen, she came over my body, lay on top of me. "Take my cock my bitch, and show our student my essence" with that, her body pressed against mine, her and i kiss passionately as she began to stroke Master's cock. One hand fondled my breasts, my hand fondled her's as well, as she continued to stroke Master. "Both of you look at my cock," he said. We stopped and watched his swelling cock quiver. His essence sprang forth, covering mine and Karen's faces. We were one with Master.

"Now, clean each other up, " Master said. "while I sit and enjoy the view." We kissed again, and licked Master's sweetness from each other's body. I felt my pussy quiver, as I sucked on Karen's nipples for the first time. I never thought it could be like this. Karen slid down my body again, and i felt her tongue dart into my pussy. My hands came up instinctively and i started caressing and pinching my own nipples, as she devoured my pussy for her Master's delight. 

"You know what to do now pet" Master Brian said. "Yes Master"...now student you close your eyes, and let you body take over" No Matter what, keep your eyes closed" "Yes Sir" 

I felt my legs being parted, my knees raised, and then entry....I felt a penis slide into my pussy slowly. Was there another man in the room? I thought to myself. Couldn't be. I peeked thru my eye lids, and saw Master siting in his chair with a big smile on his face and stroking his cock. It was Karen in me, with a strap on. I was being fucked by another woman, and loving it. She knew exactly what to do, she did everything right. I felt my body shudder, I knew I as close to cumming. Instinctively, I asked, "May I cum Sir?" He said, "Not yet student," I'm not done with you yet" I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back the orgasm. Again, I asked, and again a no. I can't fight it much longer. I have to cum. I start begging Master to let me cum. I never thought I'd ever beg for that. "please, Sir, please, I need to cum, may I please?" No response. "Please, I beg you. Have mercy on me, and allow me to cum, Sir" With that his cock slid deep into my mouth, Now you may cum student, but don't let my cock slip out of your mouth, or you'll be punished" My body started convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me. The grip on Master's cock was tight, I wasn't about to lose it. I sucked him in deep, as the orgasm ravaged me. I felt Master's cock quiver, and then He came deep in my mouth, as my own pleasure sprang from my pussy. Taking his greedily, as Karen fucked my pussy like no tomorrow, giving me orgasm after sweet orgasm. 

When it was over, I asked Master, If there was something I could do to please Karen. He said, "NO" But please Master, there has to be something I can do, for all the pleasure she had given me. "Never fear little one, I'll take care of Karen," he said.

After we all had rested a few minutes, I was told the interview was over. Karen Helped me dress. I was led downstairs, and they each kissed me good-bye. We'll be in touch Master Brian said. I smiled, got in my car and left. 

When I got home I went to email Master Brian, and thank him for a wonderful interview. When I opened my email, there was an email from him. The email read, " You passed all the tests, you are the chosen one. Congratulations" I smiled...I knew this was day one of wonderful relationship with both of them.



Day One



For M. She knows why. Thanks also to violent intimacy for her editing skills.

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Day One

A voice from a shadowy corner of the room said, "Don't turn on the lights. You know why we are here. Sit down on the sofa and listen carefully as we tell you what we expect of you for the next forty-eight hours."

I sank slowly onto the sofa and let the darkness settle around me, concealing the tremors in my hands, the blush in my cheeks, and though not visible, the strange ache just now forming in that secret moist place between my thighs.

"We are members of the selection committee," spoke the voice from the shadows, cultured, silky, and deep with a hint of a British accent. The caress of the voice seemed to make the words more menacing. "There are rules you must follow during the testing process. You must answer truthfully and completely any question asked of you. You must obey silently and without hesitation any orders or commands. When the testing session is complete, you will await further notice from the selection committee as to the outcome of our decision and you will not speak of these events to anyone. Do you agree to comply with our regulations? If you say yes, it will be the last work you will voluntarily speak for the next 48 hours. If your answer is no, we will leave, your application to the society will be destroyed and you will not be given another chance to serve."

I could only nod my head, my anxiety was so great.

"A verbal response is required. Do you agree to comply with our regulations?" he repeated.

"Yes," I spoke, my voice barely more than a sigh. 

"Remove all articles of clothing and any jewelry and put on this garment. You will now be transported to our testing facility."

I stripped off all my clothes there in my den and donned the garment he had handed me. It was similar to a hospital gown in that there was no way to fasten the sides together. The fabric was soft and caressed my nipples as we stepped out into the cool evening air. My hardened peaks rubbed continually against the fabric as cool, night air swirled around my now exposed and moist nether lips.

The voice led the way and the other person propelled me gently forward with a hand on the small of my back. My feet were bare and I picked my way gingerly to a waiting sedan. The rear door of the vehicle was opened for me and I found myself maneuvered efficiently and without ceremony into the back seat.

We made our way silently out of my apartment complex parking lot and I could see by the glow from the street lights that my captors were just ordinary looking people, one male and one female. The man was tall, slender to the point of being lanky, with glasses and a receding hairline of light brown hair. The females had dark hair pulled back into a bun and the clean face and timeless features that make it hard to guess someone's age.

"There is food and water in a bag on the seat beside you. Eat," she commanded. At least she sounded young. There was indeed a bag containing a cinnamon bagel, a slice of cheddar cheese, a pear, and a bottle of water on the adjacent seat. 

I ate most of it, glad that there wasn't anything messy to deal with because my hands were so shaky. They continued to drive as I ate silently.

Approximately 40 minutes later, we turned off the highway and followed a long, winding drive to a modest brick home. I had not known that the testing facility was so close to home. "Was this the only one? Do they have others around the nation or the world?" I wondered. The society to which I had applied was of world renown, though only a few are accepted into service each year. We parked inside the garage and a door was opened for me. I exited the car and followed them to the door. I was led inside a brightly lit room; indeed all the house seemed well lit. I had not noticed this from the outside. There must have been shades on all the windows. I didn't know whether to stand or sit in one of the chairs found in the room. 

Fortunately, before I had to decide, the female said to me, "Come this way. It's time to begin exploring your boundaries."

I was taken to a small bathroom. There was no door. "Pee," she said. I sat down on the toilet and wondered whether or not I would be able to obey. 

How could I possibly go to the bathroom with her watching? I even closed the door when I was home alone. Surely, embarrassment would not let me follow orders. Perhaps nervousness would be my ally. Only a second later I was rewarded with the release of my bladder and a silvery sound as my stream flowed hesitantly into the bowl. 

This, she noted on a clipboard she held in her hands. Then she handed me two moist cloth squares, baby wipes. "Make sure your pussy and asshole are scrupulously clean." I followed her directions and she noted that on her clipboard as well.

She led me into another room, where the man was waiting. Also in the room was an exam table with stirrups. Any female who has ever visited her gynecologist is familiar with the setup. There were also tables stacked with various items, some whose use were known to me, some unfamiliar. Beeping monitors of all kinds lined one wall and numerous stainless steel items sparkled, their gleam contributing to my apprehension.

"Remove your gown and lie on the exam table," he spoke. As I did so, he kept talking, "There are no safewords here. We are in complete control of your body. We will control your food and liquid intake and output, we will control the temperature of your body, and we will control your sleeping and waking cycles. You will experience extremes of pain, pleasure, humiliation and emotions. You must cry silently, as any noise will be punished. You will be forced to climax many times, more than you thought possible. Through all of this you must not speak. You will readily and eagerly accept and welcome more pain than you have ever felt. Know only this—your body will not be altered in any permanent way. Only if you are accepted into the society will your master have the right to harm or alter your body."

My traitorous libido betrayed my apprehension. His words caused a torrent of desire to eke its way to the surface of my psyche. I needed to do this; I had to do this. I was born for this. 

As I was lying on my back with my feet in the stirrups she said, "Place your hands behind your head so we can see you better. Keep your eyes open at all times, except when you are allowed to sleep. You must see us at all times and know that we are in control. You are not allowed the anonymity of closed eyes. In fact, you will look at me at all times when I am present. You will do all this without physical restraints. You must restrain yourself mentally, because at times you will be ordered to use your hands to offer your body to us."

As she spoke these words, she moved to a position between my spread thighs. I knew my sex was wet and I could smell my own aroma. I wondered if she could as well. 

"Use both hands and open your pussy for me," she said. I reached down to my throbbing cunt, parted the soft, silky curls that rested there and spread myself open to her gaze. As I lay there expectantly, he peered over her shoulders at my exposed sex. I heard the snap of surgical gloves being donned and I could feel my inside walls swell and drip. 

It was then that I first felt the touch of another woman on my most private parts. She was using her fingers to examine my clitoris. She pushed the swollen nub first one way and then another, used her thumb and forefinger to roll it around and tugged on it gently. I could feel an orgasm approaching. "Her clitoris is enlarged already. She's certainly responsive." I could feel something being inserted into my gasping cunt. "Her internal moisture is adequate for testing," she stated.

Apparently, she had placed her fingers in my pussy, because I felt them being withdrawn and replaced with two small round metal discs. I was so close to orgasm, but wasn't sure it would be allowed. I didn't want to do anything to risk the wrath of my captors. "What have I done?" I thought to myself. I didn't know these people. No one knew where I was. I was completely and totally at their mercy and I liked it. No, I loved it. I loved the power they held over me. I loved the possibilities that waited.

"She's at the edge," I heard. Then, the click of a switch sounded against my gasping cunt and surges of electricity radiated up through my body, beginning with my pussy. 

The next statements were addressed to the male, "The two round discs are electrodes. They are attached to a rheostat to control the voltage, and they also contain elements that let us measure the current. The more natural lubrication, the more current there is. She could be drowning in pussy juice, but still wouldn't be electrocuted. The shock sure does take the edge off for them, though."

When my cunt stopped its angry spasms and my gasps for breath had slowed, I felt what seemed to be a reassuring touch on my mound. The electrodes were removed and deft hands were once again stroking my clit. She was stroking me while he was making notes on the ever-present clipboard. "Do you think we ought to let her come now?" he asked. 

"Yes, yes," I silently begged, but my wishes were not to come to fruition. 

"You should know the protocol by now!" she snapped. With that one statement, every notion about who was in charge evaporated. She was clearly in charge and he was merely an assistant. One thing was certain, though; I had no control whatsoever!

"She is not allowed orgasm unless she earns it. She has so far only demonstrated the slightest degree of submission. Besides, when a candidate is aroused, it makes the next series of tests harder to endure," she dictated. Endure. I wasn't so sure I liked the sound of that. 

"What was coming next that would be so hard to bear?" That thought didn't stay in my head long. I soon learned what was coming next.

The elegant, latex covered fingers wound themselves around my carefully groomed pubic hair and were pulling-hard! I bit my lip to keep from crying out as tears formed in my eyes. I closed them to try to get through the pain, but there was nowhere to go. SMACK! The gloved hand came down hard on my mound. She slapped my already sensitive pussy three more times. 

"Keep your eyes open and on me at all times," she commanded. As I struggled to obey, she once again pulled my pussy hair with one hand; the other was pinching my clit. Amazingly, an orgasm welled up from somewhere deep inside me and I began to buck and thrash beneath her hands, writhing in pleasure, my eyes locked onto hers.

As my pleasure subsided, she removed her hands from my body and began speaking in low tones to the assistant. He was noting her statements on the clipboard. "Ability to withstand moderate, localized pain is adequate. Arousal despite pain is satisfactory." The tapping sound of heels clicking on tile accompanied her quick exit from the exam room.

"Satisfactory, hell," I thought. I was just coming out of one of the biggest orgasms of my life and I wanted more. Since my boyfriend and I had broken up, my orgasms had vanished. While we were together, I had started to need pain to take me over the peak and he was too straight-laced to really hurt me. He began my journey down this road by slapping my ass and pulling my hair while he was fucking me and it had caused me to come like gangbusters. When that became too tame and I needed him to take it up a notch, I purchased a soft whip and some restraints. He quickly said that it would be too intense for him. We kept on seeing each other for a few weeks, but I needed more and he needed less and pretty soon he stopped calling me at all. I needed someone to push me to my limits, and it seemed I was about to get my wish. If he could see me now, he would think I bore no resemblance to the self I once was. I rested there, a sex-flushed, quivering would-be slave.

My thoughts were interrupted by something cold being applied to my mound. I hadn't realized that my mind had drifted, but I was glad my eyes had remained open. I glanced down to the juncture between my thighs and saw a thick film of shaving foam had been applied. Then he appeared with between my legs with a razor and began quickly and efficiently removing the curls that grew there. I usually enjoyed keeping myself neatly groomed, so this didn't bother me at all. To be honest, I could feel arousal building in me again, despite the earth-shattering orgasm I had experienced only minutes earlier.

Once I was completely bare, I was rinsed and some soothing lotion applied to prevent razor burn. He spoke to me then. 

"The hair pulling is always one of the first tests. We have to test you that way before we shave it off, plus it makes the pussy that much more sensitive to stimulus. Also, it makes it easier to clean you up after your enema if you are completely bare. That's next, by the way, an enema. Some candidates find that knowing what happens next reduces anxiety, but I think that in your circumstances, it might make you more nervous about what's to come. This way, we can use the dread you feel to escalate your responses and get a truer reading of your submissive qualities. Also, it makes stretching your anus easier and cleaner."

I barely had time to ponder this before she came back into the room with the apparatus needed to cleanse my bowels. I had never had an enema before and was apprehensive about the procedure. This was much more intimate than peeing while someone watched. I steeled myself to be receptive to the procedure. "In for a penny...." played through my mind.

She attached the red rubber bag to a high hook beside my table and spoke to me, "Use both hands to spread your asscheeks apart. You are offering to me the most private part of yourself, knowing that I will violate it and you will be powerless to stop me. Look at me when you do this, and know that I am in control."

I couldn't believe I responded as she said, but I found myself reaching down beside me, grabbing my ass and exposing my puckered hole. Somehow, this seemed more symbolic than any other act; opening my heart as well as my anus. As I did this, the head of the table I was lying on was lowered, making me completely horizontal except for my feet in the stirrups and my legs in the air. The assistant must have been there to do that. A smear of cold slickness was applied to my pucker and I could feel the intrusion of the cold nozzle deep inside my body. 

"Watch me," she said, and slid it home. "I am even in control of this," she added as she released the clamp on the tubing leading to my bottom. I felt the warm fluid filling me up, but I kept my eyes on her. 

"There are two quarts of liquid in the bag. You will hold it all for a minimum of 10 minutes. It may become uncomfortable, but do not let it out." She let about half of it run in and shut the clamp. A nod to the assistant had him coming over to massage my tummy. As he kneaded, the pressure and cramps began to decrease. She then opened the clamp and allowed the rest of the fluid to flow in. The warmth and pressure were incredible. She removed the nozzle from my ass and said, "I could put a large butt plug in your ass to help you hold it in, but you'll learn so much more control this way." With that, she placed my hands back under my head and started caressing my ass and cunt.

"Two minutes," the assistant said. 

Her gloved fingers reached inside my pussy to press against my inner walls. She caressed my full rectum from inside my pussy. "Oh, no," I thought as the stirrings of a climax began to flutter in my womb. "If I come, I'll never be able to hold all this in," I despaired. She echoed my sentiments when she said, "If you let go, we'll just start again."

"Four minutes." 

"I'm not going to make it," I thought. "Let's test your control a bit more," she said and removed her gloved hand from my pussy. The fingers found their way to my clit, where they expertly worried that little button of pleasure until I found myself gasping for breath. She reached inside once again. "So very wet," she whispered.

She swiped her pussy slicked hands across my own lips and said "Taste how wet you are." 

This served to heighten my arousal. I had tasted my own cum juices before, but never had they flowed so freely.

"Six minutes," the assistant murmured softly.

I didn't know how I was ever going to last. I felt so full and bloated, but the arousal was so strong. My clit was throbbing and my pussy clenched and relaxed in effort to find relief. She placed her fingers back on my clit and moved them around in slow circles. Never before had I been so close to orgasm without allowing myself to come. I knew if I did come, it would be a mess. Her fingers continued their relentless circling, every once in a while flicking lightly over the engorged flesh, causing me to moan uncontrollably.

"You're doing well," she remarked. Her next move was so totally unexpected. She leaned down and her tongue flicked over my mouth, tasting the musk she had only recently placed there. Her tongue seemed a lifeline; I held on tight. Eyes wide open and locked onto hers, I thrust my tongue out and kissed her with more passion than I thought I possessed. My tummy was full of water, but my heart was filling with emotion. 

"Is it possible to fall in love with a master?" I asked myself. "I must! Surely the one who chooses me after the training will be someone I can love. Then, these tasks will be more than just bodily exercises. I want to please someone, I need to please someone."

"Eight minutes." 

"I can make it, I thought." My pussy and ass felt as if they were about to explode. I knew I could make the ten minute mark.

"Eventually, if you're accepted into service, you'll learn to climax during an enema. It's a spectacular orgasm. Today, you'll be expected to come as you expel the fluid. You won't have a choice, remember, I am in control. Look at me." 

Now I was worried. I had thought I might have privacy to go to the bathroom, but this was not to be the case. Mortification gave way to desire to obey. "Watch me, please!"

"Nine minutes." 

"I'll be forcing you to orgasm soon. You are to lie right there on your back and expel the fluid that's inside you." She turned to address the assistant, "I need a basin, if you please. Hold it right there," she said to him. Speaking to me once again, she said "Ten minutes. You'll come now." She withdrew a small, silver, vibrating egg from her lab coat pocket and placed it directly on my swollen clit. She turned it on at the same time she inserted two gloved and lubricated fingers into my straining ass.

I gushed, everywhere. I spasmed and my ass relaxed and all the liquid rushed out and into the waiting basin. I was too excited to be embarrassed. I shuddered once again and relaxed my muscles to make evacuation easier. Still, my spasms repeated themselves and I looked lovingly through tear-soaked eyes up at her. She was smiling. 

"That's it, let it all out now." She replaced the egg on my clit and reinserted her fingers into my waiting ass and I watched her as my arousal grew. Once again, my ass spewed forth the liquid from its depths and my pussy ground out another orgasm. Finally, I was spent.

She removed her hands, took off her gloves, kissed my tear stained face and told her assistant, "Fill her up again. She needs three quarts this time. Keep repeating until the water runs clear. Empty her bladder, too. If she resists, catheterize her." With these words, she left the room.

He cleaned me with warm, soapy water and then rinsed me well. I was ordered to close my eyes and rest as he cleaned my nether regions. "Open your eyes and empty your bladder into the basin," he said. "If you fail, I'll place a catheter into your bladder. You have no control over this, either." After peeing in front of her and expelling an enema in front of both of them, this was nothing. The warm stream of urine splattered into the waiting bowl. I sighed, exhausted, as it exited my body.




Day One



Another cold smear on my ass, and once again the nozzle and the warm fluid were rushing inside it. It went much quicker the second time. "Release it," he said and once again the basin caught the liquid as it seeped from my quivering ass. A wipe, more lube, and the nozzle again. "This time, bear down as the water flows in; this is just a rinse." He made it sound as ordinary as washing my hair in the shower, lather, rinse, repeat. Perhaps, to him, it was.

By the time he had finished I was completely exhausted. I didn't know what time it was and no clocks were visible on the walls. I had arrived home around 6 pm, 20 minutes or so in my apartment, 40 minutes to drive over. Perhaps it was around 10 o'clock or 10:30. I had no way to check, but no way to escape, either. He exited the room and I was left alone on the table for some time, my eyes open but heavy, my hands behind my head, and my sex fully exposed. I may have dozed off because I didn't hear them come back in the room. A vicious twist of my right nipple and a stinging slap on my labia quickly brought me to full attention.

"Pay attention!" she snapped. There will be consequences for your lapse. It is time to test your anal muscles. As punishment, the stretching will begin without the benefit of anesthetic. When you think you are unable to bear it any further, you WILL bear it and YOU WILL REMAIN ALERT!"

He was opening drawers and getting out numerous phallus shaped objects. Some were metal, some glass, but they all looked ominous as they waited in line. He spoke quietly to me as he worked, "Stand up, turn around, and lean over the table." 

I did as he asked, though my legs felt like jelly and I wasn't sure how long I could support myself. 

"Not enough exposure," she said as she drew nearer. "Put her on the blocks."

He placed two wooden blocks beside my feet. I stepped onto them, a difficult task while leaning over. My ass was now raised high in the air and my face rested solidly against the table.

"Use your hands and offer your ass to me," she quipped. I did so and noticed that he was once again making notes on the clipboard. Some cold substance was applied to my asshole and some more pushed inside. She was really lubing up my ass. "Keep yourself open" she said as something hard forced itself past my tender ring of muscle. It was barely bigger than a finger and I had no trouble accepting its girth. While I enjoyed anal play, I had never had anything larger than my slim dildo up my ass. I was concerned about how much it would have to stretch.

"Size Two accepted." 

"So noted." 

One by one, they increased the girth of the dildos they forced into my tortured ass until I was gritting my teeth at the last one. It was only slightly larger than the average cock, by my hole was already so sore that I didn't see how it could go on. "More lube" I heard, and again, some cold jelly was applied to my ass and shoved inside.

I saw the next one before it went into my ass and it was obscenely huge, the size of a soda can. "You're to insert this one yourself," she said. "I'll hold it steady and you push yourself back onto it." I tried, really. "Bear down and DO IT!" 

Again, I tried, really. Then a stinging slap to my ass and a forceful shove had the phallus deeply embedded in my bowel as I held on tightly to the table and tried not to sob.

"Resistance met at size five." 

"Noted." 

"Removing for repetition," I heard and the dildo was quickly slipped from my gaping hole. I was left alone for a few seconds to allow my anus time to return to its normal state and I felt the offending object placed there again. "Take it" she said. 

I took a deep breath, steadied myself and pushed back as firmly as I could. The dildo forced itself past my tortured tissue to seat itself solidly in my bottom. "Leave it in for a while. I want to really loosen her up. Go ahead and put her back onto the table on her back," she said and he helped me climb quickly, though not gracefully back up onto the exam table. The stirrups were raised and moved closer and I was scooted down further to further open myself for their manipulation. I was instructed once more to hold myself open. 

"Go ahead and apply the anesthetic now," she said.

"Topical or hypodermic?" he asked. 

Oh, no! They weren't really going to put a needle into my anus, were they? Please, don't let it happen, anything but that, I thought to myself. "Topical for now, though get the needle out anyway, just in case," she replied. "Thank you," I thought to myself, grateful I had dodged that bullet, yet bereft that the chance was gone to show them how much I wanted to please.

She left the room as he prepared more lube and gel for my bottom. I could feel his fingers wiping off the mixture that was seeping from my ass around the dildo lodged there. When he was satisfied he had cleaned enough of the lube from my ass, he dipped a lotion-like substance from a tub and applied it diligently to my aching ring of muscle. 

"Some clitoral stimulation sometimes makes this go faster," he spoke. Both of my hands were still holding my ass open so he started stroking my clit. Despite the pain and humiliation, I could feel desire surging hard and fast as he continued his clitoral ministrations. The stimulation began to loosen me up some and he began very slowly fucking my ass with the instrument placed there. 

Every few strokes would have him stopping to apply more numbing lotion and use the dildo to ease it into my ass. Soon, the pain in my sore pucker turned to a warm glow. He removed the offending object from my ass and squirted a vial each of lube and desensitizing agent deep inside. Quickly, he replaced the dildo and smeared some more lube around the perimeter. 

"Relax for a minute and give the gel time to work. There's more to come," he chuckled. I felt a straw pressed to my lips. "Drink, it's just water." I hadn't realized how thirsty I was, but the water felt glorious on my parched throat. I swallowed a few sips and the glass was taken away.

"You're doing very well," he said. "I think it's making her mad. Candidates usually crack just a little by now, but you've been real solid. She's probably going to try harder to break your spirit. Rest for a few minutes, she'll be back soon." With those words, he left the room. I did rest, but without closing my eyes.

I heard them returning before they ever got to the door, the click of her heels and his soft-gaited shuffle. When she walked in, followed by him, my eyes locked on hers, as she had requested. Never before had I felt so vulnerable. My pussy was drenched, my nipples were hard and sensitive, my heart was pounding, and my ass was stretched over what felt like a baseball bat. It was bliss, or so I thought.

"The number five plug has been in a while," she said. "Let's see if she's ready to continue." I felt the phallus sliding easily in and out and felt inexplicably pleased with myself. "We'll skip sizes six and seven and go directly to eight. There's still a lot of room for expansion down there. The desensitizing will only help a little, the rest of the stretching will hurt- a lot. I intend to take you to your limit."

The instrument of torture/pleasure she produced next was an insanely huge butt plug, with increments drawn on its side in black ink. "Insert to the number eight mark and hold it still," she said. 

He did as she asked and I could feel my ass opening again. The pain and burning returned full force, despite the anesthetic gel.

"Proceed to size nine." 

I could feel the chasm that was my ass widening and as I looked at her, I could tell how much she enjoyed being in control.

"Slide it all the way in to ten." 

I took a deep breath and as I exhaled, he slowly but forcefully slid the butt plug all the way in. It seated itself deep inside my bottom and remained lodged there. 

"Inflate it," she ordered. 

How had I missed that? There were tubes and lines anchored to the butt plug. I could feel the whoosh of air enter my ass as he squeezed the hand pump once, twice, then a third time. My ass was stretched to the limit and my rectum was full. It was noted on the clipboard.

"Use your hands and show me your clitoris," I was ordered. I quickly did what she demanded.

My clit felt like it was as large as a walnut and throbbed unmercifully. "How many?" she addressed to him. "Want to make a side bet?" 

"Three to five" he muttered. 

"She's really wound up, I think six or more," she responded. 

"What are the stakes?" he asked. "If I win, you'll take it in the ass to the number ten mark and I'll watch while you jack off. If you win, you'll still get it to the number ten, but you can fuck my ass while the plug is in your ass," she responded. What were they betting on? What did all this mean?

While I was holding my cunt lips open, she squeezed a glob of lube out of a tube and onto my steaming snatch. Then a buzzing attacked my clit. It was a larger version of my favorite toy at home, a pocket rocket. She moved the vibrating head skillfully around my aching clit and an orgasm erupted like Vesuvius from my exposed sex. I was dripping wet from lube and from my own girl juices. 

"That's number one," she remarked. Then it dawned on me what the bet was. They were betting on my orgasms. The first one had barely taken the edge off my desire level. She kept up her manipulations on my clit. I climaxed three more times, writhing and gasping with each one. That made four, total. I didn't think I could come any more.

"Let's see if she's a squirter" I heard. 

I knew what she was talking about-female ejaculation, but I had never experienced it. Because these were extreme circumstances, anything might happen. She reached a latex-covered hand inside my dripping cunt and as she pressed upwards, stars exploded in my head. I had never felt anything like that. It felt as if I needed to pee, but as she kept massaging what must have been my G-spot, the need to go faded, replaced by a growing desire. She added some attention to my clit and kept focusing her concentrations on my G-spot. The sloshy sounds from my pussy turned into squeaky gushes and I came a fifth time, with a flood of milky, fluid coating her hand. 

Through tear soaked eyes, I saw her smile cruelly. My heart turned over. I was in love with this woman. No one had ever made me come so hard. I was even more determined to please her. She continued to pleasure me to one more orgasm. When she had exhausted all my passions, I was led to a small room equipped with a mattress, blanket, and pillow.

"It's two a.m." she whispered. "You have six hours to sleep. You will be awakened at eight o'clock sharp. Do not touch yourself during the night. That part of you belongs to me, now." 

I fell deeply asleep within minutes; the butt plug still nestled securely in my ass. 



Day One



I jolted at the sudden loud, obnoxious alarm clock raping my ears, and my first instinct was to throw the damn phone to the ground causing it to shatter into a million pieces and to make the blaring ringing stop. It wasn't my phone, and I didn't know how to turn off this damn annoying siren that was blaring like a New York City fire truck. Fingers franticly slid bars and pressed the touch screen until I finally managed to make it shut-off, "Damn it! Tomorrow night we're using my phone as an alarm. This is just ridiculous! I don't even want to hit the snooze button, and I always hit the snooze button!" I was irritable now, and turned over to face my mattress buddy with wide eyes and furrowed brows.

He was lying on his back with a cocky grin while yawning and giving a good stretch, "Well, it woke you up, didn't it? No snooze needed. That's the point of it." As furious and ticked as I was, I had to admit he looked amazing in the mornings. The way little rays of sunshine snaked down through the blinds and covered over his body, yet leaving shadows across his form to add mystery was sexy. His soft brown hair was fluffed in a beautiful morning mess, and my fingers longed to stroke into each strand. I'd never let him know that, and my Irish rage kept my hands under covers and tucked against my body in a warm self-hug. 

I scoffed under blankets, "Five more minutes, all I require is five more minutes. Why the hell do you need something that loud?" I pushed my body up and rolled over to face the wall in a slump, away from him, and scowl a little more with closed eyes. I'd wake up; it was a process for me. There was a routine, a very delicate and precise routine, and he was messing it all up. He and his damn phone would be the cause of the next hour of grumpy chaos I'd be reeled into.

His hands reached out and pulled up around my chest squeezing me against his front, and I could feel his breath at the base of my neck. It sent chills down my spine and goose bumps formed on my forearms, but he just had that way about himself, to make me melt even when I was annoyed, "So, you wanna sleep in for five more minutes, or you want me to pound that cunt into the mattress for five minutes and really wake you up?" His voice was full of mischief and his morning wood pressed up against the small of my back, hips rocked into me and I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan. I wanted him. I always wanted him, but it was too damn early and my ears were still buzzing from the siren.

"I could always just sleep while you fuck me," my tone was cocky, but I pressed back against his hard-on, needing and wanting. I told myself I was too irritable to enjoy his morning fuckery. He knew morning sex was my favorite. There was just something about waking up in the morning, still groggy, yet at peace and rested and finding a cock shoved into my tight cunt and pounding into me senseless that I simply loved. However, I never made it easy for him; it would be no fun if I did. I enjoyed our games that we played oh so well together, and my grumpy morning inner self was in no mood to be fucked for five minutes, not when we could take those minutes and stretch them into a daze of sleep and recovery of the alarm from hell and attempt to get back onto some kind of routine.

"Well, you could always try kitten, but I'm pretty I'll have you screaming too much to sleep."

His teeth suddenly clamped down at the base of my sensitive neck where it met with my shoulder blade. Damn him. It was one of my biggest weaknesses, and there was nothing I could do but give into it. A moan escaped my mouth as I bit down on my bottom lip. "Not fair!" I thought to myself. He had the upper hand this time. He seemed to know all my buttons, and found them easily even when I tried to deny that they were there. My cunt already was clenching, knowing and needing him all at the same time. I was battling in my mind, sleep or sex. This shouldn't be a hard choice for me. Okay, maybe the snooze button was a bad thing sometimes, although he'd never hear me say that to him. I smirked and arched into his soft bite, "You can try to make me scream, but no promises." 

Suddenly his love bites turned into harder, deeper flesh wounds that caused my fingers to grip a fistful of the soft sheet under me. A loud moan escaped from my throat, eyes shut closed, and he was asserting his power over me. There was just that little bit of dominance showing in the way his teeth bit down with no mercy, already making me crumble. It never took much, even if I fought it, he would still have me submitting before I could even make a protest. All I had to do was think about it, and I'd be trembling under him. The playing field was never fair. Teeth released my pale flesh which now had indentions and a soft chuckle rocked his chest into my back, "I don't think it's going to take much to make my kitten scream this morning." 

I grinned, arching my head back to find his, a soft kiss placed against the side of his warm cheek, "You're probably right."

"Probably?" he raised both brows and looked down at me. 

I rolled my eyes at him, "Yes ... you're right." Why did he do this to me? Why did I always have to admit the things he did to me? He knew. It was all part of the game. Plus, deep down, I knew he loved hearing and seeing the slut I was for him, pulling those little things out of me. Forcing me to admit he was my weakness always put a smile on his face. He was my weakness, he was my addiction, and I could never get enough. My current state of arousal from one bite and words would be proof enough of the weight his charms had, and the submission I so easily gave over to him. My mind, soul, body, it all belonged to him, and he so easily captured me like I was his prey.

Our naked bodies pressed against one another as he spooned my curves, but with one sudden shift, and if I blinked I'd swear I'd have missed it, I was on my back, and his weight was between my legs. Each of his hands rested on the bed against my head, his hazel eyes gazed down into my grey-blue hues, and there was a hunger in his eyes. My legs already opened, they already knew and my sex sparked to life. I knew, and I wanted and needed him. Then again, when was I not in a state of desperate need for his cock? Those moments were far, few, and in between. My lips curled into a smile. Ah, morning sex with him, this was about to become an incredible morning after all. 

"You're mine." 

It didn't matter how many times I heard him say it, or how many times he claimed me outright, those words always affected me, and they stole my breath away. Body and cunt trembled at his words, eyes always fluttered wide, and I bit down on my bottom lip with a gasp. It was in the way he said it. His baritone voice lowered, eyes followed mine, I could watch his throat clench, and the fire spark into his soul each and every time said those two beautiful words. All I could do was nod, submit, gasp out for him and tell him the only thing I knew to tell him, "I'm yours Master, all yours." 

His thick pulsing cock head pressed right against my dewy slick entrance, hips rose to greet him. Good morning Master, please take me and have your way and please make me scream. My soft velvet cunt had a voice of her own, and she was screaming for it, begging to be taken, to be filled and fucked into submission. I found myself being wrong; he was not in the mood for games this morning. There was a knowing smile resting on his face before he leaned down and his warm moist lips kissed me with a deep passionate drive. My soft much smaller hands wrapped around his back, the feel of his warm skin against my palms mixed with the electric spark of his tongue teasing against my lips and pushing its way into my wet open mouth made my fingertips grip tighter against his muscular back, leaving little marks against his flesh, and another wonderful moan leave my throat. Teeth grabbed against my bottom lip, pulling with a rough force and tugging my flesh until it slipped free. His lustful eyes gazed down at me, there was fire between us, emotions boiled over and no words needed to be said. You could feel the needy, wanton, passion burning, and both our hips dug up and down against one another. My breathing evolved into palpitating passionate huffs, reaching my head up with a tilt to the side I pressed my lips against his own again, plunging into his mouth and refusing to let go. My tongue danced with his while he pressed back against me until my head was once again in the pillow. Kissing him was like setting off few dozen fireworks at once, and the bang my entire body felt as his tongue pulsed around my own was heavenly. A groan vibrated from his throat into my mouth and my god did it set me on edge. Any sound from him fueled my insides and lit into me like an explosion of bursting kinetic energy. Both my thighs pressed against his hips tightly, while more gasping and moaning belted through the heated kiss. Suddenly my nails began to rake down his back, clawing with little red trails against his white flesh. My internal dialog was spewing, "Fuck me. Claim me. I need you. Please. Inside me. Now. Please. Master, your kitten needs you."

The crown of his shaft began to tease and grind against my outer labia folds, which were already glistening with my wetness. Never before him, had any man made me so moist and dripping by his sheer power over me. I found it incredible how my body was always ready for him at a moment's notice. His length continued to glide against my folds as he pushed his weight down into me. Suddenly his kiss broke away, nose to nose he looked down at me with a forceful grunt and a heavy breath, "Beg for it kitten. Let me hear you." His demeanor shifted, and another snarl left those defined lips as they trailed down my neck and over my ear lobe with a swift gentle nipping tug causing his hot breath to wash over my sensitive flesh, and send more goose bumps down my body.

My hips were in a world of their own, lifting up against his grinding affections unable to control themselves with little ruts and pelvic thrusts. I needed him. No more games. My fingers continued trailing down his back as I suddenly gripped tighter into his muscles. My eyes flashed open and mouth hung wide and I gasped while he continued along my sensitive ear; another button he was pushing. "Master, please. I'm all yours, and you own me and," I gasped again as he grunted into my words and slowly trailed up the edges of my ear, "I need you. I'm so needy, I'm your needy little cock slut." His hips suddenly jolted against me, his shaft splitting into my folds and grinding right up against my pulsing, throbbing clit. "Master, please. I'm begging. I'm begging you, use me. Have your way with me. Take me. Claim me. Please. Make me scream for you. I want to scream for you." 

His lips pressed right at the entrance to my ear, an uneven breath that told me he needed me just as badly. "You. Are. Mine." Each word left his lips and was dictated right into my ear canal with a rough, strong, commanding voice. I nodded eagerly and moaned out, my legs pressing against his body tightly. I realized I was trembling under him. My entire body was rocking upwards into his dominate embrace. Five minutes were up, fuck me already! I was his impatient needy kitten, and I longed to be fucked and filled by his pulsing cock which was still teasing against my clit and driving me wild. He snapped up from my ear and looked down at me with a telling smirk on his face, "What are you?" 

I bit my bottom lip and gazed back at him. Too many things to list ran through my mind. He said what, not who, and I moaned up at him, "A kitten, a slut, a needy cock lover." 

He suddenly pulled his hips back, his hot shaft leaving my folds as he nodded, "Yes, you are cunt. And who are you?" 

Now my hips arched upwards, I needed him back. I needed to feel him on me, in me, against me, it didn't matter. I needed him in the most desperate primal of ways. I needed him to breed into me, and not for any other reason than to claim my hot pink insides with his scent, his genetic code buried inside, his mark upon my inner most tunnel. "I'm yours! I'm all yours! I AM YOURS!" I screamed it, I declared it. I cared not who heard me, for it was true. I was his, every piece of me, and he could play me like a puppet on a string if he so desired. I was the violin and he held the bow, he strung me, and in turn I sang the most beautiful music for him. His pupils dilated at my words and eyes suddenly looked down on me with a molting gaze as I cried out and all at once his shaft was plunging hard, fast, deep into my dripping wet cunt. My mind, my body, my heart, my soul, submitted around his shaft. I was left breathless and another moan loudly boasted into the room. 

He stayed deep inside me only a moment as my walls began to clench down around him. Strong hips pulled back again, but his head never left my throbbing insides. He thrust forward into me with a deep, slow, and very hard drive. His eyes were latched upon mine, watching every reaction from his needy pet. I looked back up into his gaze, and I lingered there. I felt so small under him, and yet his power filled me with my own power. It filled me with the power to be the needy, passionate, hungry slut that loved and worshiped every inch of him. He moaned out with me, and I could feel his shaft pulsing against my inner walls that were flooded with my sweet juice. "You. Are. Mine." He drilled it into me, saying each word to me with hard pounding thrusts, "I." thrust "Own." thrust "You." I could only nod and moan louder. My hands gripped into the back of his head, fingers wrapping around his locks of hair. We were connected in every way possible, lost in the moment. "Mind." thrust "Body." thrust "Soul." thrust "All." thrust "Mine." 

His words slipped off into more masculine grunts and moans, and my own sounds greeted his. Every thrust caused a moan, a whimper, a cry out. He moved his hands to suddenly grip my wrists, throwing them over my head and keeping me pinned with one hand. Free hand slid down to my left tender breast, grabbing a hard perky nipple and pinching, tugging with dominate force. The pain seared into my mind, it sent little shockwaves down my nerves and straight to my cunt. I cried out, screaming into the musky air around us. "I'm yours ... you own me ... I'm yours, Master. Mind. Body. Soul. It's all yours. Yours. Yours!" I was sputtering off with no filter in my head. He was bringing me into that lovely sub-space that I wanted and clung to so often. His cock slammed harder and faster into my tight cunt, and hips arched back against him. His eyes never left mine, and it left me so bare, so vulnerable. He saw me in a way no one else ever would. He saw me stripped, fragile, and yet strong and needy, craving, loving, lust, passion. I gave it to him, he was the only one worth giving it to, and he claimed those feelings, those powerful emotions every time he fucked me. I gave him power, I gave him the control, and in exchange I was taken into pure orgasmic bliss. Poundings suddenly became harder and more erratic with each passing minute. 

Quickly, he released my hands, "Touch yourself. Now." I didn't need to be told twice. My fingers slid between our bodies, I pushed my digits against my clit. I was throbbing, pulsing, needy, and so incredibly wet and close. I squirmed, hips continued to grind against him. His speed picked up even faster, and he was almost a blur to me. His balls slapped up against my wet folds with lewd smacks that echoed under us. His hands gripped my shoulders firmly, forcing me down, holding me against the mattress. His moans turned into louder grunts, "Kitten." He huffed, and I could feel his shaft beginning to throb, "Kitten. Fuck Kitten! Cum with me! Cum with Master." 

Beads of sweat dripped down his temple, and my own body was on fire and damp. I didn't need another word from him. I didn't need another command; he didn't have to say it again. I was there. When he was there, I was there with him. It's how it went. It's how my body worked. I was there for his pleasure, and I wouldn't get off until he had taken all the pleasure he wanted from me. The waves of pleasure rocked my entire being, orgasmic tickles and sparks shot throughout my needy cunt. His thick shaft was plowing into me, and I knew I was screaming, but I couldn't stop myself. "Master! Master! Master!" I cried out, and gritted down, pants, moans, and groans blared as my hips pressed up against him and I suddenly burst into climax. His authoritative body pressed down hard against me, and I was pinned. Hazel eyes gazed into my own while orgasm wrecked over me and I came hard and for him in an intense orgasm. "Master!" I was breathless, his hips gyrated into quick short bursts, and I could feel his hot sticky cum flooding into my folds, spewing inside me as we both cried out together. Hands gripping at one another, unable to get close enough, pulling and scratching against each other until both of our climaxes began to subside. 

We didn't let go of one another as each of us gasped and trembled. I heaved, still moaning and panting in morning sex afterglow. His breath was shallow against my neck, a tender kiss given and then a lover's bite dived right into my flesh. My cunt walls still squeezed, taking every last drop of cum from his cock like the needy cum slut I was. His hands pushed sweaty sticky hair away from my face as he kissed me gently, tongue grazing against mine and pushing me down with another soft, slow thrust as I felt him begin to soften inside of me. "You, are the most beautiful creature when you're screaming out my name and lost in me." He chuckled down at me and I could only smile back up at him. 

My arms wrapped tightly around him, needing him close, as we snuggled in the afterglow together, "Mmmf, you made me scream, and I believe our five minutes are up." We both laughed softly, trading kisses and soft nuzzles against each other. "Shower?" 

"Yeah you kinda smell." 

I just looked at him and rolled my eyes. How was it he could go from amazing Master to pompous asshole in .2 seconds flat? "You're one to talk." Funny, I did the same thing. We were perfect for each other in that light. I loved all of our moments together; I loved how we could shift from one mood to another so seamlessly. 

Somehow we both managed to rise, shower together without morning seconds, and get dressed for the day. I looked over at him and smiled, my eyes watching the way his jeans hugged his ass. I chose to wear shorts, as it was Florida in the middle of May. My backpack was ready to go, and I slung it on my back. Grabbing hotel keys and phones we slid out the door of our hotel and headed down to the bus stop. "Which park today?" He asked me, reaching out and grabbing for my hand which I happily laced with his fingers. 

"Magic Kingdom." I rolled my eyes at how he didn't even know our schedule, but then again, I was his personal Disney Tour Guide. I smirked thinking I should charge for all the Disney Tours I end up giving. The secrets to the parks, the best times to do what and when. We hopped on the bus, normal chatter and teasing back and forth as we rode into the Ticket and Transportation Center, known as the TTC. Hopping off the bus I reached for his hand again, "Monorail or boat?" 

"Umm, which is quicker?" 

"This early in the morning? Either honestly, but let's take the monorail." 

"Fair enough boss." 

Before we knew it we were at the gates to the happiest place on earth. My Aunt greeted us, hugs were exchanged and her being in her normal hurried self, got us into the parks and turned to leave. We were on our own again. The day went swimmingly. We got on and off rides with little to no issues at all, stopped for a quick bite at lunch at Casey's to have their amazing hot dogs. Throughout the day we teased each other. A grope on this dark ride, passionate kiss in line, fingers sliding and gliding against one another in dark corners of the park. It was hard to keep my hands off him, even with so many families around us. It was as if no one else really mattered. "Wanna do the parade? It's at 3 o'clock." 




Day One



He looked at me and gaze a shrug, "I'm just following you." 

I nodded as I re-filled my bottle of water at the fountain and capped it back on. It was very hot, mid May, and we were lucky there was not an afternoon shower that would cancel the parade. I grabbed his hand and we walked towards the Liberty Bell. "We can watch it here, and right after hop on The Haunted Mansion." 

"Alright, sounds good. What are you doing?" He questioned me while I began to pull out my camera and long telephoto lens from my bag. 

"Umm, getting ready to take pictures."

"Of a parade you've seen a hundred times?"

"Yeah, something like that, but it's probably around 300-400 by now," I attached the lens and wrapped the camera around my neck. The two of us walked until we were at a tree, which had wood, wrapped all the way around it for a bench. I gripped his shoulder and stood up, taller than anyone around and able to capture whatever shots I wanted without dozens of heads in the way. "You can stay down there, or hop up here with me." 

He looked at me and shook his head, "Nah, I'm fine right here, kitten."

"Okay ... watch the bag then." He was lucky, with my telephoto lens he was too close to capture a photo of him. It would never zoom in fully, and so I wouldn't be getting my shot of him just yet. The parade started, I lit up like a kid at Christmas. I had to admit, even though I had seen it hundreds of times, I still got goose bumps and child-like feelings every time I witnessed the parades or the fireworks for that matter. My eye was lost in my view finder, finger on the trigger and capturing the magic, but I suddenly felt a hand wrap against my bare leg. Looking down for only a moment I saw him tracing his fingers around my thigh, only to lay his head against my leg and continue watching. I went right back into shooting mode, the Peter Pan float was approaching and I always had to have a good Hook shot. I was laughing and singing right along with the parade, but I felt fingers graze up my inner thigh again. I tried to shake it off, ignore his tease and focus. This was important! I didn't glance down this time, as I didn't want him to know he was affecting me. Suddenly, his fingers tightened, tugging my flesh and leaving indentions of his finger prints. My legs wiggled, trying to take a step to the left and get away, but he held me there. No one was watching us, all eyes were on Peter and Wendy waving and tossing dream-like smiles about. That's when I felt it, his teeth suddenly sank into my outer thigh. I gasped, looking down once more and this time bobbing him on the head, "Stop it!" His fingers trailed at the hem of my shorts, eyes darted around to look for people. "Hey ... stop it." 

He grinned up at me, "Let's go ... now." 

"But the parade?!" I pouted, my bottom lip sticking out. 

"I said now, kitten."

My brows furrowed. I didn't get my Hook shot. I followed behind him, walking right to the bathrooms and raised my brows. I was not about to go into the men's bathroom with him. Not at Disney, no way. He walked to a door with the words, "Family Restrooms" and opened it, gesturing his hand for me to go inside. "Master ..." I protested, but he raised a brow at me and I knew better. My heart fluttered as I walked inside. What if someone caught us? What if someone did see us slip in here. He walked in behind me, locked the door, jiggled the handle and turned around to face me. 

"Camera away, I'll wait." I opened the backpack and slid the camera into the bag, fighting with the strap. My gut was in knots, what was he about to do to me in the middle of an amusement park filled with kids and families? I zipped it closed and turned to face him; he reached for the bag and gently placed it on the floor. 

"Don't worry kitten. If anyone ever asked, you had a panic attack because of the big crowds, and we have that pass right? They'll know I was just calming you down. Now, on your knees." His look was a mix between stern, horny, and playful. 

I couldn't quite figure him out, but I pointed at the floor, "Here ... on the bathroom floor?" It was a spacious bathroom, big enough for 5 or 6 people easily, one toilet in the corner, and a sink with a closed up changing table on the wall. I had been in here before once with Lili and tried to shake that out of my head. 

"Yes ... now either you can get on your fucking knees, or I can do it for you," now his eyes showed the need behind them. We had been teasing each other all day; however, I thought he'd last until we were safely tucked away inside a hotel room again. I slid down to my knees; the cool tile left little indentions on my skin. I looked up at him as he unfastened the buttons to his jeans and I could already see the bulge. My mind suddenly cared not about bathrooms or dirty tile floors, I only saw the pleasure I was about to give him. The pleasure I wanted and craved to give him with each passing moment. He pulled his boxers down and released his hard shaft, my mouth watered at the sight of it. I was such a cock slut, his cock slut. It was his cock I craved at all moments after all. "Take your shirt off, and stop making me wait, bra too." I didn't question, I simply removed my t-shirt and tossed it on top of the backpack, unsnapping my bra and doing the same, leaving me topless and bare on the floor of the restroom.

He took a step toward me and my mouth instantly opened ready to taste him, but there was a sudden slap across my face, "Nu uh, smell it first. All of it." My eyes went wide, I didn't want to. I knew after a day of walking around how musky and potent it'd be. It would drive me nuts. Still, I didn't say no, and my nose pressed against his crown, inhaling my Master's warm musk and I was right. I was riled. My toes curled, I huffed and began to pant. My cunt was already wet and I could feel the spot developing in my panties. "Good girl. Now get it nice and wet, because it's about to go down your fucking throat." His voice was like nothing I'd never heard before. It was rough, unrefined, deep, and dark like some Disney villain right out of the movies. I loved it. 

My thick wet tongue went wild with excitement, starting at the crown of his shaft I began to lick up and down, making sure to produce enough saliva to coat his cock. "Eyes on me ... up here." I looked up at him, my eyes full of desperation. I took him into my mouth fully, and sucked his shaft getting him nice and wet. I had a goal, I was going to get a reward, and I loved the excitement it gave me. I could still hear the parade, and I thought about all the people outside with no clue while I was on my knees beginning to suck my Master's delicious musky shaft. I licked the underside of his flesh and across his shaft until he was coated. He gave a soft moan looking down at me. "Good girl, push it." My lips wrapped around his shaft and I began to push him to the back of my throat nice and slow. It had been awhile since a cock was in my throat and my muscles were tight and unused, "Push it, slut." He demanded of me again as his hands went to his hips. He grunted again and again while my mouth pushed and he slid into my tight throat. It was too much; I pulled off of him with a gag, "Again!" I gasped leaning forward and re-created the previous motions, slowly pushing his shaft down into my throat. My muscles clenched around his cock and once more I pulled off for air, "Again Tara!" Hearing him say my name sent fire ablaze into my body. 

I pushed once more, his cock sliding into my throat as it opened a little more this time. "Push down on it. Fuck! Good kitten. Now ... fuck your throat." My lips began to pull off, and I gurgled his shaft in and out of my throat. Saliva dripped from my bottom lip and began to coat my breasts. I was a cock sucking mess and it was all for him. "Look at me ... look up." I re-focused my gaze up at him, and he was smirking down at me with another deep satisfied grunt. I pulled off again, needing air to fill my lungs, "Again ... go. Suck. Show me what a cock slut you are." Those verbal cues filled me with such desire. I wanted to touch myself, but my focus was on his shaft. I could say nothing, I could only act. Lips wrapped around his crown, and this time I didn't stop. I looked up into his eyes, and I face fucked myself with all the might and strength I had in me. Now he grunted even louder, grabbing my hair and pulling it off my face so he could look down and watch. "Put those pretty lips on my cock head." His eyes closed a moment, and I went to just sucking along his crown, "Tongue." He didn't need to tell me, I was already there, my tongue darted out and traced along the underside of his shaft. I knew where his spots were, and I pleased and pleasured each and every one. I focused on the sensitive part right under his cock head, licking and grazing my lips back and forth. His hips thrust forward but only slightly, and I could feel his shaft pulsing and throbbing against my affections. 

"Good girl, fuck your throat again. Go," I followed his every command to the letter. More saliva dripped down onto my breasts, "That's it kitten ... Jesus Christ!" He grabbed my hair again, hips began to rock back against my face, forcing his cock fully until my nose was pressed against his crotch, forced to inhale more of his musk. "Look at me, kitten." My eyes darted up, there was such submission in my gaze. I could feel it. I forgot about the park, the parade, it was all lost. Every bit of it was gone and I only saw and felt him. Suddenly he pulled off and was kneeling in front of me. His hand wiped the spit off my mouth and traced down to my breasts, rubbing it in against my nipples, "You're a good cock sucker aren't you? You're my little cock suckers aren't you kitten?" I nodded. "Say it kitten. I want to hear you say it."

I looked at him, panting hard and tears were formed at my ducts, "I'm your little cock sucker, Master. I love sucking your cock, I love tasting your cum." 

His fingers traced over my lips, "Good girl. Look at these pretty lips. All for me, all for my cock. Open your mouth, stick out your tongue." I did as asked, without hesitation. "Mmm, now get some spit on your tongue, I want to see it drip." My mouth was watering and it took nothing for me to follow his command. He stood back up, his musky wet cock head against my lips. "Go," was all he said, and I went. I dove back down on it, gagging, slurping, and choking myself as he grabbed the back of my head and my own hands wrapped around the back of his legs to steady myself. "Take it, cunt. Take. My. Cock." He gritted his teeth and his crotch began to slap against my nose, his ball sac tapping my chin and he forcefully fucked my mouth senseless. I was at his mercy and he gave none. Faster and harder his hips assaulted my throat. I could taste his pre on my tongue which kneaded up against the underside of his shaft. I knew I was being used. He was using my mouth, using my tongue and my talents as the amazing cock sucker I was. I loved that he was using me. I loved the way it felt, the way his cock tortured my throat walls that clenched and left me gasping. He grunted again and I knew oh I knew he was close. 

He pulled back, still moaning and grunting, "Open that fucking mouth." He was rough and hard and my tongue darted out and I wanted it. His hand ran to his shaft as he stroked hard and fast looking down at me, looking at my breasts which were coated and my mouth which saliva drizzled down. "My. Fucking. Slut." He groaned and I looked up into his eyes, I could see it right there. "Take my cum ... take it cum slut. FUCK!" He gripped the back of my head, holding me there, and cum began to squirt from his shaft. It fell right onto my tongue, then a strand across my nose and up to my forehead. His cream coated my face as he blasted it onto me. White strings dripped down my chin and landed just above my nipple. I moaned, trying to be quiet as he grunted, the head of his cock forcing its way back to my throat at a much slower pace. "Thata girl. That's my girl." He boasted down to me and I sucked the last bits of cum from his shaft to drink and taste him. I wanted him on my taste buds; I wanted to remember the way he tasted always. His cock head pressed under my nose and he began to smear his cum across my upper lip. My fingers pressed against my breast and grabbed the glop of cum, bringing it to my lips and sucking them clean. I repeated this process on my chin and cheeks. He grabbed a few hand towels and handed them to me, "Normally, I'd make you stay like this, but seeing we are in public, I'll let you clean up." 

I was thankful for that, and looking in the mirror he suddenly stood behind me, zipped and looking normal, handing me my shirt and tracing his nails down my back. "Don't worry kitten, I haven't forgotten about you. I promise." I didn't even care that I didn't get off, I was all too happy to be his cock slut, which had its own rewards. I dressed, cleaned up and turned around, "I love you, but I'm not kissing you." I knew that was coming and just rolled my eyes. 

"I know ... I know."

We opened the door and I walked out to see the parade at the last little bit. It was perfect timing, how he knew, well there was no way he could; it was just perfect like that. I grabbed his hand and squeezed. My cunt was still dripping and every step we could I could feel the juices between my lips, teasing my clit. "Haunted Mansion?" He asked and I nodded as we began to walk toward the ride. "Do you have that jacket still?" 

"Yes, it's in the backpack." Why he wanted me to bring a jacket in the middle of May in Florida, well I suddenly understood why. I smirked and pulled it out, holding onto it as we began to walk. 

"Now if you get scared kitten, you can just lean on me, alright?" He teased and smacked my ass. I was right, the line was nearly empty. Of course, I knew this with all my Disney wisdom. We hopped in line and were ushered right into the main room. Our Ghost Host began his talk and it suddenly went dark. He was behind me and his hands wrapped around my waist, gripping my breast with a free hand, "You please me. When we get on the ride, unbutton and unzip, jacket over and be quiet. Got it?" 

I squirmed and nodded. Holy fuck I did not want us getting caught. I loved him, but I loved Disney too much to be thrown out or worse. As soon as we slid into our doom buggy I did as asked. Unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and jacket was already over me. One arm wrapped around my back, snuggling me close as if I was scared. The other slid straight down into my pants. His hot breath was at my ear, "I care nothing about this ride, we can get on it again. Right now, I want you to focus on me, my hands, and you're going to cum before the end of this thing. It's okay kitten, trust me. I won't let us get caught. Close your eyes, and focus on my fingers." 

"I trust you, Master." I whispered softly against him and legs spread. His digits slid easily right against my clit. I knew it wouldn't take much. Not after what had just transpired between us. 

He knew exactly what I needed, "I own you. You are mine, and I don't care if these people watch us. Do you know why? Because I have that kind of power over you kitten." His fingers continued to caress my throbbing nub, I bit my lip and stifled a moan. The Ghost Host was giving us a tour in the speakers from our Doom Buggy and I cared not. My eyes were closed, I knew I had about ten minutes and that was it. I knew I wouldn't need all ten. Suddenly, the car stopped moving, his hand stayed in place and I opened my eyes. 

The Ghost Host came over the speaker and said they were loading someone. Master looked at me and I smiled, "It means they are loading a special needs, probably a wheelchair or something, we have more time, it can take 3-5 minutes depending."

He smirked, "Oh? Well then," his fingers went back to diving under my panties and pushing back against my clit, sliding down to my slit and pushing a finger inside me to tease before grazing back to my clit, "my my my you are so fucking wet, kitten." I blushed under him as he whispered to me, "Shhh, close your eyes, you are going to cum for me. You want to please me right? I need to feel you cumming on my fingers." I squirmed, arching my hips and desperately needing to cum, not just for him, but for myself as well. 

I arched and the ride jolted to a start again. "Master..." I moaned softly.

"Thata girl. Just think about my cum, think about how it's right under your nose and I bet you can smell and still taste it right now." He was right, I could, and it set me off. "Think about how tonight I'm going to fill you in the hotel room, I'm going to slap and bite and pinch and you WILL have marks on your body tomorrow." He knew just what to say. I gripped against his arm. 

"Master ... I'm ..."

Suddenly the hand that was wrapped around my back slapped against my mouth and held it closed, "Cum kitten, cum for Master." I breathed heavily against his hand, gritting my teeth and his fingers worked like magic right over my nub. Just one more little push and there I was. I moaned softly, I knew people were around, right into his hand. We were going through the cemetery and there was a loud song playing, thankfully my sounds were covered up. My hips arched as he continued to stroke my swollen clit, "Mmmf, yes, good girl. Breathe." I panted, as his hand moved and my orgasm died off. He pulled his hand from my pants and I began to button and zip as we were not too far off from the end of the ride. I heard a loud slurp and looked over to see his fingers in his mouth. I blushed and bit my bottom lip, "Oh, I will be eating more of that later. You do taste amazing." 

Moments later we were standing in the sun and jacket was tucked away in my backpack once more. His hand found mine and we walked together, back in line for the Haunted Mansion. "This time no distractions." 

He laughed, pulling me into an embrace, "I think I can manage that now." 

The day continued to be amazing. We still teased, and had a nice quiet dinner together at Tony's which was a re-creation from Lady and the Tramp. I sat next to him, cuddled nice and warm and tight against him. Soon we found ourselves standing outside awaiting the fireworks. The lights dimmed and he held me close to him as we both looked up at the sky, "You know I love you, right kitten?" 

I turned back to gaze up at him and nodded, "Of course, and I love you too Master." 

He nuzzled against the side of my neck and began to tease my ear, and the first firework burst into the sky. He held me close as we watched, I turned my head back and looked at him, "What?" He looked back down at me. 

I simply went up to my toes and pulled him into a deep kiss, his hands found my sides and we lingered there for a long time, tongue dancing against tongue as the passion heated up all over again between us and I broke away before it got to be too much, "Nothing, just ... always wanted to do that." 

The sky amazed me, watching the colors dance across the sky, and the stars barely able to be seen. It never ceased to stop being magical for me, even though I had seen it hundreds upon hundreds of times. It was different with him, sharing the moment. It wouldn't be one of those times that was a lost memory, no this would be something I'd never forget. I felt his mouth on me again, finding my sensitive spots and nipping, biting, teasing, "What are you doing?" I finally stammered, but kept my eyes at the sky. 

"Oh, well, I'm getting you worked up so when we get back I can bend you over something a fuck you senseless. Is there a problem with this?" 

I just laughed, pulling him close and shook my head, "Nope ... not at all, but Master ... please let me set the fucking alarm tonight!"



Day One



Anticipation. Nervousness. Excitement. I'm feeling all of these things as the train pulls up to the station. Everything is ready and I'm in my most flattering jeans and tshirt. Let's see, hair still looks good, I've got all my stuff. I just have to gather my courage to go find you.

It's the first time we're meeting in person after many texts, FaceTimes, and whisper conversations. I've been following your orders long-distance, but being here has my adrenaline up. A million thoughts and worries run through my head, mostly hoping everything meets your approval.

Before anyone gets too frustrated with me, I snap out of my reverie, grab my bag, and step off the train to find you. I immediately recognize you and can't help but return the smile as you welcome me here (though probably not without some hesitation showing on my face). It's been an extremely long travel day, and I'm nervous and excited to start our time together.

As we walk to your car, we start to chat. "I don't feel like I brought enough for a week. I usually have more even for a weekend at home" I say.

"If you brought everything that I told you to, you should be fine" you tell me reassuringly.

So we put my bag in the back and off we go.

Even though we're just making small talk and getting used to being in person, excitement about the coming week has me getting excited and even a little wet on our drive.

"Welcome to your home for the next week" you say as we pull up to your house.

"Cute." I say as we step inside. Nervously, I joke "when do we start training?"

"Now. Don't think I couldn't tell how excited you were getting in the car."

I blush as you tell me not to move off the door mat. I agree, but apparently I forgot something.

"Yes who?" you prompt.

"Yes Sir" I respond, head down and nervous saying it out loud.

"And don't sound so scared of me when you say it. I'm not going to bite you... hard" you laugh. "Also lose that clothing. I want you in just your panties."

I blush again as you walk away, not waiting for a response this time. A million thoughts run through my head, second guessing the trip, getting excited to follow your orders and be here in person, wondering if I should tell you how nervous I am. My heart is racing and my hair is on end as adrenaline races through my body, but I know I won't tell you. I know I'll stay here because I've been waiting for this so long. Before you come back, I strip to just the thong I chose (brightly colored tie-dyed lace, my favorite, hopefully you approve).

My heart skips a beat as you return and ask me to turn around. I'm halfway through a quick pirouette when you say "slowly". Oops. Taking a deep breath, I stop and turn more slowly for you, remembering that my nerves shouldn't stop me from filtering out smartassery.

My train of thought is derailed by the sudden feel of your hands sliding up and down my sides. I shiver at your touch and sigh as you slowly pull off the thong and end up kneeling in front of me.

"My God you are one horny bitch aren't you my wet little angel?"

"Yes Sir I am!"

"And what would you like me to do to you my horny little angel?"

"I would like you to fuck me Sir." I say, gaining some courage but still blushing horribly. "Fuck me as hard as you can as fast as you can. Make me your little fuck toy Sir."

The words are hardly out of my mouth before I feel you pressed up against me, your hard cock placed teasingly out of reach. I try to push back to get you inside me, but you move away. You start kissing and biting my neck enough to leave a mark but not bruise.

Suddenly you spin me around and I'm bent over the arm of the couch, my hair in your hand, you pushing into me. I let out a gasp as a wave of feelings wash over me: feeling wonderfully stretched from your cock inside me, overwhelming lust for more... But stronger than all those feelings is happiness. Happy that I'm here and happy to be finally in the right place: making you happy.

But I can't completely ignore those other feelings. Lust wins out and I start pushing my hips back to meet your thrusts, each one getting me closer to a wonderful orgasm. Before I get there, you stop and sit on the couch. I climb on you facing away, and feel you tying up my wrists. Interesting. With just a small area of your abs to push off from, I grind and thrust on your cock, you pulling me down trying to fit completely inside me. I moan and my eyes roll back as I get lost in the feeling of being fucked by you. I moan almost screaming when you start to rub my clit. I continue moving, thrusting and grinding against you as you pull me onto you and play with my swollen, sensitive clit.

Suddenly, you order me to drop to my knees. I do so quickly just in time for you to cum all over my breasts and stomach. When you're finished I lean forward slightly to lick and suck you clean, smiling up at you when I'm done.

You lean forward and kiss my lips gently and lovingly. "You have served your Master well and you should be proud."

"I am Sir, because you are."

Just then your wife gets home from work and my adrenaline starts to rise as I get nervous all over again.



Day One in Ashton Flats



I was nude and up to my neck in cool, rippling pond water, and Jennie--the topless girl on the bank--was putting on my jeans. Her own clothes were piled beside the rock where we had stripped together before we dove into the nippy water for a hot weather swim.

"There are three kinds of men," she was saying. "The first kind—" she pulled my tee-shirt on, covering the perfect tits that—in conjunction with her awesome legs and her cock-inspiring ass—had lured me there on my first day at my new school; my first day in the state, too, for that matter. I felt like a total idiot. Girls who are as hot as she is don't just walk up to total nobodies on the first day of classes and invite them to skip for a naked swim before lunch. But that totally sexy smile, that totally sexy body, and that totally innocent gleam in her eyes had convinced my rapidly swelling cock that, well, that apparently they did.

"The first kind runs home naked and hopes that no-one sees them. Of course, you've got about eight miles to run, and you live on the far side of town from here."

"How do you know where I live?"

"In Ashton Flats? This place is tiny. Everybody knows everybody, and everybody's known you were coming for weeks now." I stared. "Your dad couldn't stop bragging on you to Mrs. Wilson. She's the only Realtor in town, and she happens to be my mom."

"But—"

"A little research, a smidge of interlibrary loan, and every girl in a thirty mile radius had a picture of David Barnley in his whitey-tighties from that underwear ad you did last summer. Nice ass, by the way."

"Oh great."

"You have no idea how much competition there was to be the girl who lured you out here." I didn't know what to say, so I just stared. She'd been soaking wet when she pulled on my jeans and tee-shirt, and they were both pretty much sodden, and entirely clinging to her. I hate to admit it, but I was starting to get hard again.

"Weren't you afraid that doing this'd make me, I don't know—hate your conniving, slutty ways?"

"A little," she admitted. "But I knew that I'd see you nude, and the idea of stripping off in front of the most interesting male to live in Ashton Flats since Brad Marshton moved away pretty much made up for that." She blushed, and involuntarily crossed her arms over her chest for a second. Then she let them drop to her sides. She hadn't bothered with her bra as she'd redressed, so my shirt outlined her boobs. Her nipples were practically pulsing they were so hard. My cock, cold as it was in the water, clenched and stood, pointing right at her mouth.

"So the whole plan was to make me run home in the nude so you could laugh, or get an eyeful, or whatever?"

"Not exactly."

"What, then?"

"Well, like I said, the first kind runs home naked. The second kind is either so secure or so ashamed that he'll run home in my clothes." I looked at the lacy bra and panties laying daintily atop the "Daddy's Girl" bellyshirt and the matching neon miniskirt.

"Not gonna happen," I said. "What's the third kind?"

"The third kind of guy—the kind of guy I hope you are—will do whatever it takes to get me to give him his own clothes back."

"I'll bite. What do I have to do?"

"Well, first, you have to come out of the water and give me a hug so I know there's no hard feelings."

I've always known when I'm trapped. And as traps go, I had to admit this one was getting interesting. I climbed out of the water, knowing that she was checking me out, and my boner intensified. "I'll hug you, but," I started, and then chickened out of the hard-on joke I almost said.

She swallowed hard, and blushed beet red, I guess realizing that my cock was going to press up against her when we hugged. I laughed, and hugged her hard, pulling her lap into mine and rubbing my hands across her panty-less blue-jeaned ass; a good offence is the best defense. I might be the laughingstock, but I was gonna make her work for it.

She moaned.

I blinked. Then I kissed her.

Our tongues intertwined like snakes in heat, and her hips began to undulate. In a matter of seconds, I had her pants—my pants—down to her ankles, and I sort of pitched forward as my cock slid into her sexy cunt and she dropped to the ground under me. "Oh my God!" she gasped. "They're watching you fuck me. Yes! Fuck me hard!"

Instantly, I felt a thousand eyes on my nude body. Eyes watching my ass, watching my cock slide into and back out of that slick youthful pussy, and I felt like a God! I throbbed inside her, and began thumping into her harder and harder. She cried out. She begged for more. "Come in me!" She yelled. "Make me come!"

I redoubled my pounding thrusts into her. "I need your cock! I need you in me now!" she screamed. If there were people watching us, they heard her, even if they were using binoculars.

"Your nasty pussy is mine!" I growled, my voice thick with desire-gravel and heat.

"It is," she whispered. "You own my cunt, I swear," she whimpered into my ear with the hottest surrender I have ever heard, before or since, and we came together like tender rockets and steam-heat flesh.

I lay atop her heaving body, my cock still stiff inside her, my hips still moving gently with the afterglow, when a twig snapped.

I looked around, and there were women coming out of the trees, stepping up from behind rocks. Easily fifteen girls watching me fuck their friend. They were blushing, and breathing, and wide-eyed with jealousy...and anger.

"Jenny, you bitch. You weren't supposed to fuck him. You were supposed to make him cave."

Her pussy clenched around my half-firm cock, and she made a wordless sound.

"You were supposed to make him—"

"Oh, shut up Lucy," someone said.

"He is still naked," someone else pointed out.

"Forget it, Jill," A tallish girl with light brown hair to her shoulders, a somewhat angular almost boyish body, and big hands said. "We'll just have to ask him. Jenny made sure of that."

"Ask me what?"

"Ashton Flats is kinda small," she started. Someone snorted. "Well, alright, very small."

"No cute guys."

"Not even one."

"Mill's brother's kinda sweet looking," said Jill.

"He's my brother."

"I know..."

The tall girl stood in front of me, feet shoulder-width apart, her hands on her hips. "Ok," she said. "Here it is.'" She cleared her throat; every girl in the clearing held her breath. Whatever she had to say, this one had some serious stones just to think about spilling it, I could tell. She paused on the edge of admitting it, and then she just let go, allowing the truth to spill out, honest as a waterfall.

"We're girls," she said. "We aren't supposed to say so, but we're fucking horny." My cock now resting, visible, on the thigh of the girl they'd all just watched me fuck, there wasn't much I could say to that.

"And," she continued, "There are no guys around here. When we found out about you, we just about killed each other trying to be the first one you'd notice." She glared at Jenny. "And eventually, we realized that we could kill each other off, or we could work together. We could, uh, share."

"She," someone said, pointing at Jill, "was supposed to make you promise to do anything to get your clothes back."

"As in promise to be the town...bitch?"

"Something like that," the tall girl said.

"Only more like stud," someone added helpfully.

"Just...under your thumbs, right?"

"Yup."

"But she ruined it?" They glared in response. Poor Jenny! "I can't believe you sluts! Christ!" I was sort of pissed, and a little bit embarrassed, but also pretty much getting turned on all over again. They were all so ashamed I had to move fast or they'd never be able to look at me again, and I'd never get laid again as long as I lived in Ashton Flats.

"Sorry," someone said.

"Oh, shut it," I blurted. "Sorry doesn't cut it. You bitches owe me one."

"We what?" Asked Jenny, shocked and abashed.

"You most of all!" I said. "You owe me bad!"

"What can we do to make it right?"

"Strip," I said. "Right now. Every damn one of you." They were completely embarrassed, completely humbled, and—as I had figured on—completely ready to comply. They stripped faster than a wet dream has any right to hope for. "Throw your clothes into the pond." They did. And more than one of them was starting to smile. "Jenny—get out of my clothes." She did.

"This girl," I pointed at the tall one, "says you fought over me. She says you wanted to own my naked ass. If she's right, drop to your knees." Jenny, Jill, the tall girl, and several others dropped right away. A few others moved more slowly, but in a matter of seconds, every girl in the clearing was on her knees in front of me, nude as a birthday slut, thereby admitting that each wanted me and my sex.

"Well now I own you. All of you. Each of you. Don't I?" They nodded. "I can't hear you." I pointed to Jenny. "Do I own your hot slutty puss?"

"Yes, David." 

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, you own my naked slutty cunt."

"What about you?" I pointed to Jill.

"You can own my mouth, David." One after another, the girls swore that I owned something of theirs, that I could have them some sexy way. Blowjobs. Handjobs. Anything you say. They all swore to be my chattel, my thralls. And I stood hard and ready before my newfound harem.

And when they waded into the cattails to fish their sodden clothes, I watched them. 

Ripples silvering their ripe white flesh, their reflected nipples shivering in the cool evening pond, the cluster of naked girls moved slowly, subtly contemplating their newly annexed lusts. Ready for anything, their eyes glistened like approaching fireflies, like heavenly earthbound stars.